Furthermore, if that is possibly a legal term or found out to be part of a matrix, then imagining while piled up in snarling traffic on a day to day trip from a profession at a moment's notice you suddenly realize what you had experienced on a motorcycle for six years without the common practice of wearing a helmet, that revelations were occurring as fast as you not thinking about those suppositions in a window of freedom for an otherwise mundane existence was the exact reason you had put yourself in such a predicament. Yeah that in itself was a gospel you could easily choke on, but you never needed to be prompted or could never be expelled from such an experience, if you so chose to exist in the moments as they came along.
Yeah in the corresponding eloquence that gospels of truths from Apostles, or the lack of other points of relativity that were later found in the times of recent finds of Mary Magdalene or Judas, whether they be forgeries, or if in essence all the Gospels of the Apostles now tended to be written by other hands or minds by that point or points of view, then the ways in which we coalesce our religious fervor could relinquish our stairways to Heaven.
If like the Agnostics grasp on mystical understanding put them out of the mainstream of the hypocrisy involved or rotated throughout the hierarchies of the established Christian religion, based on the notions that women had no intellect or intuitive intervention into realities that were only allowed by Romans who realized the coming problems associated with their lost of control on their powerful empire because of the rising influence of the Judea Christian coalitions cropping up all over their environmental imagery that they had indoctrinated their populations to, then of course their increasingly secretive reflections lost their impact on the majority of the community they were so enamored with. Yes you can end a sentence with no polarity attached to it with a preposition. All of reality, or supposedly all of the air that rides past your ears, or makes your hair momentarily in a state of flux while weaving in and out of the traffic malaise on a motorcycle while daydreaming in a stationary car is a supposition, or for that matter a proposal, and not of a marriage of convenience caused by non firing neurons, but one of the continuance of now moments, not unlike the reflections one gets while gazing at a Mobius Strip, not being of a singularity or construed as one. Two thoughts come to mind from two of my favorite people here. First, from my friend Lee, from Sonoma County via Pennsylvania, hence where I was actually born, who once, if not a thousand innuendos later expressed " noone is innocent, and their are no accidents....." and two, my friend Paul from Montana, via the Universe, which is where, whether you are aware of it or not, is unfolding just the way it should be, proclaimed..." Think About It"...and when you do, never forget that it will just keep on happening, whether you like it or not, so just put up with the consequences of your thoughts, and enjoy the ride. God is, because you Are, and you Are, because God is, and after that, their is no after that. We are all Jesus, in mind, body and soul, if their is any interloping trains of thoughts, that don't have to be riding on any tracks, and don't have to telegraph any warnings when they come, correspondingly to an intersection, or a point in time, because the space will automatically provide the room intended, with or without the door.
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